Thursday, 12 January 2017


What’s the aim? Why are we here?
Growing older year by year…
Memories flicker and get lost
Our futures tinged with careful frost.

What is it all about, I ask
Just an endless routine task
With kids and mortgages to pay
A myriad shades of salted grey?

The poet voices hidden fears
Deep inner feelings, life’s arrears
Regrets and dreams and ‘what if’ thoughts
Rows of crosses, empty noughts.

Yet underneath, with pulse beat strong
We humans somehow learn the song
Lilting, poignant, bitter sweet
A refrain new generations seek…

(c) Poet in the woods 2017

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